My neighborhood is a combination of too ghetto down by me and then too treacherous and hilly up in the ritzy part for decent trick or treating, but thankfully one street advertised they were doing a special trick or treat route, so we did that. I had read a funny article (maybe from scarymommy?) about trick or treating with a toddler, fantasy vs reality, in which the fantasy involved your perfectly behaved child saying please and thank you and being adorable and the reality is the kid grabbing handfuls of candy and throwing tantrums on strangers' front lawns. I'm pleased to say Bobby fell into the fantasy category. But that's probably because he's three and gets it. Last year I'm pretty certain he would have been more on the reality side.
So we spent the day at his school's Halloween party and then went trick or treating and then The Boyfriend and I went to West Hollywood with 349,998 other people and had a really fun time. Then the time change and being dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn. To say I'm exhausted is an understatement.
Unfortunately I did not get a picture of me in my awesome "pig costume" (pink bathrobe, pig nose and ears, as dictated by Bobby) but did get Bobby in his snake costume and Theo in his panda costume. Theo was so cute I almost ground my teeth to a powder just looking at him.
So the next day The Boyfriend and I went to a fun Dia de Los Muertos celebration in Boyle Heights and had a lovely weekend.
Then everything went to shit on Monday and we are on the verge of breaking up again. Sigh. I'd like to be optimistic but I don't know any good relationships that started with this kind of drama. Thankfully this guy is able to apologize and recognize when things are just his issues rearing up...but honestly, I am drained. We are set to have yet another talk later in the week. We'll see what comes of that.